/ by Meryle

my heart is frozen, cold and alone 

my heart is racing, from turning to stone

my heart is melting, healing my bones, 

my heart is waiting, no reason to be shown

my heart is timid, from chasing life alone, 

my heart is weeping, at all the ways it has grown

my heart is patient, full of heaving and groans, 

my heart is ready, to bloom the love its never known